Closer and nearer,
Is so little like the Moon--
How do I even compare them?!
With the one the lips are dark as they reach,
And with the other less so.
With one the shadow falls behind me
And with the other closer, nearer.
Everyday there is a thaw in the senses
And the hands
When the blue parts with a
Specific variety of light.
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